there are bugs in my skin
itching, scratching, & ooze
a festering smell taking over this room
comas to be had & silver dollars for the taking
a gentle summer breeze strong enough for my breaking
with a bead on your head
as i begin to draw faster
cold steal & smoking hot
make for a copious crashing disaster
beating words to the death
& a slick fever pitch
my fingers come down
no time for a stitch
i was born thirty years ago
we've been building ever since
a smoldering cyclone
of hownots & where whence
slow down the ever clock hand
a groveling pig
take up mighty shovels
in dank hostels we d
2 hours 26 minutes later
i wake up with a fuzz in my ears
& a sludge oer mine eyes
the light bulb has flickered out
& the bugs seem to have found
corners for the night
i picture picture flash
& wrestle with the cat
saunter through the paces
viggity viggity vinyl scratch
sleet no sleep
escape this man boy bliss
cocky little twanger
trading copper for a kiss
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